Break Away lyrics

Artist  : Lumidee 
Song : Break Away



 Send "Break Away" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Hypnotize Camp
Posse)


[Intro: DJ Paul]

yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn

Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it
is

I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,

You gatta actually killa a mothafucka out
here

Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with
him

And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some
knowledge fa y'all

Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist

His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...



[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the
background]

Get high to this shit - I'm high as a
mothafucka



[DJ Paul]

Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't
did nothing

DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real
bussen

We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them
gats burst

We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they
shirt

I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll
get did

Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ready ta spit
the wig

Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they
wraps

Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta
scrap



[Juicy J]

He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck

Made his body cold left from red and wet

Body curved up like a cornrow

Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North -
North

Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off

Hard makin' money when you watching for the
ro-bbe-rers

Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers

They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha
hospita'

Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma
halla at ya



[Crunchy Blac]

Here I go again, try'na keep my mothafuckin' ass
thin

Niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends

I'ma nigga halla "mothafuck friends"

Torn up in my mothafuckin' right hand

I'ma 'bouta go and fuckin' rob a man

Just so I can keep my fuckin' family fed

Fuck what'cha heard this is what I said

Bust out some shots at ya fuckin' head



[LaChat]

I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz
wit' my pistol

In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out
makin' missles

This is war when you fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch
y'aint know

Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep
hoe

Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can
get you fucked up

Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get
bucked up

I'ont give a fuck who you is, who you in too

You wont touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but
I'll kill you



[Frayser Boy]

A crooked as a barrell of snakes

Fuck with the real not fake

I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta
hate

I'm counting tones and spray

I'll blow your crean away

This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day

Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes

This Frayser Boy - no lie

Inhalin' dro - so fine

Y'kno we toppin' a poun'

And still we stompin' your smile

No need ta copy our styles

What chain't been popped in a while



[Lil' Wyte]

No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up

I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your
head up

Cuz when you fuck wit' this camp - let's say you
messed up

They told you in the beginning - don't try ta
test us

The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the shit
was all she wrote

Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in
my throat

This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in
yo saga

Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker
than water

This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a
solution

You graduated with honors - ta sell out
institution

And this for all the rappers that got kicked up
out this camp

I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U
Luvin' That?+

This is my mothafuckin' posee song - Wheres
Jerome?

Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya
ass at home

Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it
hurt

If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda
kept ya verse

Bitch doubt me now



[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]